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Aug. 5th, 2009 01:37 pmEven So
Contessa didn't turn to look over the back of the couch when Richard did. She wasn't supposed to notice the presence standing in the door, so she didn't. She didn't tense when Bruce began to thread his way through the room, though she wanted to. But she was glad when he purposefully bumped into one of the many small table out in the expansive and dark TV room, because she didn't think she'd manage to be surprised if he snuck up on her either. She was glad he wasn't feeling friendly. She didn't think she could lie tonight.
Contessa didn't turn to look over the back of the couch when Richard did. She wasn't supposed to notice the presence standing in the door, so she didn't. She didn't tense when Bruce began to thread his way through the room, though she wanted to. But she was glad when he purposefully bumped into one of the many small table out in the expansive and dark TV room, because she didn't think she'd manage to be surprised if he snuck up on her either. She was glad he wasn't feeling friendly. She didn't think she could lie tonight.